People use drugs, legal and illegal, because their lives are intolerably painful or dull. They hate their work and find no rest in their leisure. They are estranged from their families and their neighbors. It should tell us something that in healthy societies drug use is celebrative, convivial, and occasional, whereas among us it is lonely, shameful, and addictive. We need drugs, apparently, because we have lost each other.
a funny thing about human hearts is that you may get hit by a stranger for thousands of times and, each time, forgive them and move on, but it takes one blow from the most familiar face to make you crumble
i adore being asleep but despise going to sleep, for there is always that moment of deep-rooted disgust for life bursting from a tiredness that makes you too exhausted to be productive while rending you unable to sleep with the thought of the next day to come.